The other day one of my teachers asked the class what we feel the most important question in life is. The first question that intuitively came to me like fireworks was ‘who am I?’ Marianne Williamson states that, “enlightenment is a shift from body identification to spirit identification.” When I
1 month ago I was gifted with the greatest assignment from the Universe. I was thrifting with my sister on a warm sunny afternoon in Boulder. I went to pull out my bag, that was large enough to house a human body, and then one of her bags fell to
Only a little over 3 short years ago I was at a yoga teacher training and we were assigned an exercise to trace the outline of our bodies. After we finished tracing our bodies we were asked to fill in everything that we loved about ourselves. At this point in
There is nothing that I despise more than the paralyzed feeling of being frozen- the sensation of having my soul zapped out of me when I experience my deepest vulnerabilities. As soon as a deep wound is activated, my throat immediately closes up. I have a very challenging time articulating
Anxiety is bubbling through my veins as I begin to write this article because my mind is telling me that I should be doing this or that instead. I feel as if this is a common phenomena that happens within this vessel of my being- the constant influx of questioning
I will never ever forget the beginning of my healing journey- listening to recordings for hours on end on ‘how to stop thinking’. I must have read in between the lines of Eckhart Tolle’s ‘The Power of Now’ when he spoke about no thoughts and presence, because I literally thought
Being human is a hot mess express. It is a twisted tangled tango. It is an adorable fluffy cat with sharp claws gnawing at my back. I don’t really believe that it is supposed to be any other way. Once I can accept this truth with some grace and a
It has been a minute since I have created any material for this blog because I have been going through a major shift within my own spiritual journey. I created this blog with the intention for it to be focused on radical vulnerability and acceptance, but something felt like it
Less than two years ago I walked into my first political science class. I was intimidated as hell and was questioning if I should run for the hills. Because of my radical devotion to healing, I knew I could not run- I knew that I could not evolve unless I
Late last evening I sat in anguish as I contemplated the way I was feeling. I had the most severe aversion to the feeling of being vulnerable and I couldn’t stop judging myself for resisting the growing pains that stem from vulnerability. After sitting for a while I knew it